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mapsedgeIf I were in charge, any manufacturer that produced a toy that played music would be required to include as a part of the design and finished product two items: 1, an on/off switch; and 2, a volume govenor.
Notice, I did not say a volume control...I don't want to control the volume generally, I want to control the volume's range, specifically how loud the music can play.
Any company that did not include such features and was found to be in violation would be required to pay fines equivalent to 66% of their yearly profit on the products in question, such funds as were collected to be distributed to the parents who purchased the toys, unaware of the misery they were to experience at 6:30 in the morning. Those companies would also be required to retrofit each toy returned with those features.
Notice, I did not say a volume control...I don't want to control the volume generally, I want to control the volume's range, specifically how loud the music can play.
Any company that did not include such features and was found to be in violation would be required to pay fines equivalent to 66% of their yearly profit on the products in question, such funds as were collected to be distributed to the parents who purchased the toys, unaware of the misery they were to experience at 6:30 in the morning. Those companies would also be required to retrofit each toy returned with those features.
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Date: 2006-10-16 15:14 (UTC)Several years ago when my brother's daughters were about 8 and 10, they drove in from Denver for Christmas.
I think I've mentioned before how vile I find my brother? Well to the point...
I got each of his girls a Mr. Microphone.
I played with them myself, to ensure they were very attached to them and HAD to play with them every waking moment. I was a very good uncle, giving my nieces such joy.
As they pulled out of the driveway in their van for the arduous trek back across Kansas, I call out, "Megan! Lulu! You know those things work on CAR RADIOS, too!"
They shrieked in twitterpation, at the same time the look on my brother's face showed that he realized I'd just boned him for at least 16 hours across the wastelands of Kansas.
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